"Look." This is the sound of a man at the end of his rope. A strained sort of exasperation, tinged with a little desperation.

The man is talking to a bird. Or. Trying to. "I need you to hold still. Just for a li'l while. Long 'nuf to get this on your leg so you can go on your merry and I can get word to my Crew, awright?"

Just as the last few times he's attempted to reach out and connect the message tube- the bird hops away. Or rather takes wing, circling about to land behind Aveline.